Chapter Three: School Girls...

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Title: The Mutant Sue Virus

Chapter Title: School Girls

Fandom: X-Men, Comics Universe, Earth-6916
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations. 
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters and the setting used here are the property of Marvel Comics.  Those characters described as “Mutant Sues” or “Mary Sues” are the property of Ladydeathfaerie, Nanaea, Dazzledfirestar, SilverFoxChan, and Ginevra.  This story is inspired by, and is intended as a sequel to Dazzledfirestar’s “The Mary Sue Virus” and is written with her permission by Ginevra with lots of input from the above mentioned ladies.  We make no money from this work.  Enjoy.

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( Chapter Three: School Girls )

“I heard that they had a little accident and set off the sprinklers.  Again.”  The first boy replied.

 

“Dare.”  Morgan cautioned as her friend reached for a couple of rolls, sensing impending doom.  “Whatever it is, don’t.”

 

“Not doing nothing.”  She reached for another breadstick, arranging it and the two rolls on her plate, gluing them in place with mashed potatoes.

 

“Dare…That looks like a…” Jehnna started.

 

“Was starting to wonder if you knew what one looked like.”  Dare commented absently.

 

“Dare, I don’t think…” Roxxy looked at Dare’s creation dubiously.  At that moment, it began to blacken and smolder.  “That’s a good idea.” 

 

The plate began to shake a little and rose above the table slightly.  The smell of burning bread trailed behind it as it began a wobbly path down the center of the table.  It stopped between the two boys and rotated slightly before settling to the table.  The two boys stared at it, and then looked at Dare.

 

“Wasn’t me that had the ‘accident.’”  Dare said with a smirk.  The bread continued to smolder and blacken.  “Think I’m done here.  See you later, 'roomie.'”  She thumped Jehnna on the back, rising from her seat.

 

As she strode away quickly, her teammates stared at the still smoking plate.  The boys fled the table, leaving their half-finished meals behind.  Roxxy reached over and snuffed out the smoldering bread with the top of a metal serving bowl.

 

“I do believe I have had enough dinner.”  Roxxy folded her napkin and rose.   “Perhaps we should follow her…”

 

“Before she sets anything else on fire.”  Morgan pushed away her plate.

 

“Or anyone.”  Jehnna added darkly.

 

 

Upstairs, they found Dare sprawled across her bed, leafing through a leather bound journal.

 

“Hey!  That’s mine.”  Jehnna protested.

 

“No.  It’s your Sue’s and it’s chock full of useful goodies…In between all the dark angsty poetry, dark angsty song lyrics, and dark angsty…well…angstyness.”  Dare snorted.

 

“That’s supposed to be private.”  Jehnna retorted.

 

“Yep.  It is.”  She added, closing it with a snap.  “Anyway, now I know that Morgan and I are best friends, used to be roomies, I’m a dyke, Morgan’s a whore and…Oh yeah.  I’m an insufferable bitch who makes her ‘Darkness’ want to hang herself.”

 

“It doesn’t say that!”

 

“Gotta read between the lines.”

 

“It doesn’t really say that does it?”  Morgan asked.

 

“It also says that Super Sue there has been here longer than any of us and was voted most likely to save the world until she started slumming with us rejects.  And Brainiac here will either cure cancer or discover cold fusion.”  Dare gestured at each of them with the journal in her hand.

 

“Did you find anything actually useful in there?”  Roxxy asked, trying not to grit her teeth.  “Because I have.  As Dr. McCoy’s student assistant I have access to our files.”

 

“You do?”  Haley turned to her, wide eyed.  Now that was a stroke of luck.

 

“Let me show you.”  Roxxy led them all back to the room she shared with Morgan.    Jehnna trailed in last, journal cradled protectively in her arms.  Roxxy locked the door behind her.

 

They spent the next several hours studying their Sues’ files, taking turns at Roxxy’s computer.  Jehnna reluctantly added more personal notes from her journal. Once they each had memorized all they could from the school’s records, they headed off to bed, one by one.  Despite their unfamiliar surroundings they slept well.

 

With their new identities firmly in mind, the girls faced their first full day at Xavier’s with new confidence.  After a quick breakfast in the kitchen, Team Purple headed to their classrooms.  For most, the morning was little more than a blur as they moved from class to class, trying to get their bearings.  Fortunately, it was the first week of the term and their uncertainty was nothing unusual among the student body.  Nor were unexpected demonstrations of mutant abilities.

 

At midmorning, Dare and Morgan found themselves listening to Professor Xavier lecturing on Ethics from his wheelchair.  Morgan was dutifully taking notes while Dare, bored, stifled a yawn. 

 

Dare tapped her pencil restlessly on her notebook.  She scrawled a few more lines of notes, glancing at the clock, then at her friend.  Morgan looked so serious, the tip of her tongue peeking out between her lips.  Hmm…

 

She turned to a new sheet of paper and quickly scrawled several lines across it.  Then she quietly tore the page from her notebook and folded it in half.  Waiting for a moment when the Professor wasn’t looking, she reached over and laid the note on Morgan’s desk. 

 

Morgan gave her a puzzled glance, then reached for the note and unfolded it slowly.  Her expression became even more puzzled when she read the contents:   “I will not rub the bald man’s head.  I will not rub the bald man’s head.  I will not rub the bald man’s…”

 

“Oh, shit.”  Morgan looked up to see her double standing behind the Professor, hand poised over his shining dome.  She winced as she saw hand meet head as her twin rubbed her palm slowly across her teacher’s skull.  She heard Dare snicker while blood rushed to stain her cheeks bright red.  Her ears burned while the rest of the class stifled giggles.

 

“Ahem.  Yes, miss Lafavre?”  The Professor turned and looked up to address Morgan’s double.  The doppelganger opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it, looking confused.  She shrugged and vanished.  When she did so, all eyes turned to Morgan.

 

“I’m sorry, sir.”  She mumbled, fumbling with her notebook and tucking Dare’s note out of sight.

 

“Well, as we are nearly out of time, that will be all for today.”  Dismissed, students began to pack away their belongings.  “Miss Lafavre and Miss Scott, please wait a moment.”

 

“Dare!”

 

“Sorry, I was bored.  And you've gotta admit it was funny.”

 

“To you.”  Morgan hissed as she gathered her books and walked to the front of the classroom where the Professor waited.  Dare scooped up her own books and followed.

 

“I believe we have discussed impulse control before, haven’t we, Miss Lafavre?” 

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“It wasn’t really her fault...”  Dare started.  The Professor raised his hand for silence.

 

“Cyclops has suggested that your abilities should be re-evaluated.  Both of you.  I agree.”

 

The girls relaxed a little.

 

“Please report to the Danger Room this afternoon at five o’clock for your evaluation.” 

 

 

 

Jehnna hated feeling lost.  And that’s what she was.  Lost.  It wasn’t enough that she wasn’t even in her own reality.  She wasn’t even herself.  Or at least she thought she wasn’t.  If it weren’t for the other girls, she would have been sure she’d gone off the deep end.  As it was, if she thought too much on it, she’d probably go crazy.

 

She’d run upstairs to get the book she’d forgotten and made a wrong turn.  This had looked like the right hall but it wasn’t.  None of these doors had names on them and she couldn’t remember which way she had come.  She was about to give up and start knocking on doors when one opened behind her.

 

Turning, she found herself face to face with the blue eyed angel again.  For a moment, she couldn’t think of anything to say.

 

“Hello.”  He seemed a little surprised to find her there.  “What are you doing in this wing?  Lost?”

 

“Yes...I um…I made a wrong turn.  I was trying to find my room.  Am I in trouble?”

 

“No.  You’re not in trouble.  You just startled me a little.”  He smiled at her, the expression bringing a sparkle of warmth to his eyes.  “Actually, I was supposed to give you a message.  Jehnna, wasn’t it?”

 

“Jehnna.  Jehnna D’abo.” 

 

“Warren Worthington…The Third, if you want to get snobby.”  He grimaced.  “The dorms are this way.”  He took her elbow and began to lead her down the hallway.

 

“What was the message?”

 

“Cyclops wanted you to have some extra training.  Is tomorrow at four good for you?”

 

“Yes.  I think so.  I don’t have class...”

 

“Good.  I’ll see you there.”  He brought her to a stop in front of her door.  “Here you are.  Don’t worry.  You aren’t the first student to get lost in this old place.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome.  Remember tomorrow.  Four o’clock.”  He nodded to her and turned to walk away briskly, the feathers of his wings ruffling slightly.

 

“I couldn’t possibly forget.”  She leaned back against her doorway with a sigh.  Then she straightened with a jerk.  “He knew my name!”

 

 

 

Roxxy was suitably impressed with the wide range of classes the small school was able to provide its students.  At the moment, it appeared she was enrolled in at least half of them.  With a double major in Biology and Physics, her day was quite full, as was her book bag.  Fortunately, her work with Dr. McCoy was considered sufficient laboratory practice for both disciplines or she would have had no free time at all.

 

While Dr. McCoy was quite verbose at times, he was an excellent teacher.  Listening to his deep, cultured voice had soon dispelled any unease she felt at working with the large, blue-furred mutant.  She was quickly finding that her Sue’s mind was quite willing to allow her access to the vast warehouse of knowledge it contained.  Provided, of course, that she didn’t force it.  She managed to maintain her façade of star student without too much difficulty.

 

Lunch was a hurried affair, just a glass of milk and a sandwich with Haley in the kitchen.  Apparently she had just missed the others on their way to German class with Mr. Wagner.  Haley seemed to be in her element here, smiling and nodding at everyone as if she knew them.  She quite likely did.  Roxxy sighed.  Now, the true test of her “Sueness” would come.  It was time to do her laboratory shift with Dr. McCoy. 

 

She arrived just a moment before her teacher and took the opportunity to search what she thought was her usual workstation.  Hopefully, her Sue was just as organized here as everywhere else.  She had just found a “To Do” list when Dr. McCoy entered.

 

“Good afternoon, Rosemary.”

 

“Good afternoon.”  She answered over her shoulder.  She felt the familiar “snap” of her Sue taking hold.  “Would you like me to begin the third run sequence now?”

 

“If you please.  I am hoping the samples from our new crop of students will yield some interesting results.  If we can properly map the different permutations of the so called “x-factor” we will not only be able to identify potential mutants before onset, we may also be able to anticipate their manifestations.”   He took his place at the second, much larger workstation.  It had obviously been modified to accommodate his large frame.

 

Roxxy was quiet a moment while her hands began to perform the task she’d been assigned.  Slowly, understanding of what she was doing began to trickle into her awareness while she fed tiny tubes containing samples of genetic material from a dozen new students into a machine for processing.  Soon the machine was humming and whirring and the monitor nearby flickered as numbers played across it.  After several minutes it beeped.

 

“Hmm…Let us see whether any new mysteries have been revealed.”  He stood close behind her, reading the results from her monitor while a printer began to spit out pages of data.  He had moved so quietly that she had hardly noticed his approach.  But now she could feel his large, warm presence.  Even more than that, she could smell him…

 

Now that would take some getting used to.  While dulled in her human form, her senses remained startlingly acute.  She shifted a little on her stool as she felt herself responding to his scent.  Something wild, a little musky, and very, very male.  She felt a blush rising to her cheeks. 

 

He gave a thoughtful rumble as he reached for the printout, brushing her arm in the process.  She stifled a shiver at the accidental touch, the surprisingly soft fur of his hand almost a caress against her skin.  Engrossed in reading, he backed away and began patting at his pockets absently.

 

“My glasses…Now where did I leave them?”  He glanced around the room.

 

Roxxy closed her eyes.  An image immediately leapt to her mind.  She opened them again.

 

“On top of the incubation cabinet, beside the extra Petri dishes.”  She answered.  “Be careful you don’t knock them over.”  She looked again at her list, letting her inner “Sue” guide her to the next task.  The clatter of plastic hitting tile traveled across the room.

 

“Accurate as usual, my dear.”  She heard him sigh.  She didn’t have to look to see that he had, indeed, knocked the plastic disks to the floor, despite her warning.  She stifled a smile as she began to prepare another set of samples for processing…

 

 

Art. 

 

Now that was art.  Haley mused as she watched Piotr moving about his classroom, checking that his students were all making adequate progress on their sculptures.  He wore a crisp white dress shirt that did little to hide the powerful muscles of his broad chest and when he turned, his navy slacks positively clung to his ass.

 

This wasn’t accomplishing anything.  Haley pulled herself back to the present and the misshapen mass of clay before her.  Apparently sculpting was something this “Super Sue” wasn’t super at.  Actually, she wasn’t completely sure what it was supposed to be.  That was the problem.  Whatever her “Sue” had had in mind when she started this project, Haley could only guess.

 

“Are you having trouble, Haley?”  Piotr stood at her elbow and she blushed as he looked at the shapeless blob of clay critically.

 

“Honestly, I have no idea what I’m doing.”  She confessed.  “It doesn’t look like anything.”

 

“Let me help you then…”  He added his strong hands to hers, guiding them through the motions of drawing life from the shapeless clay.  Haley struggled to push away the memories of the previous afternoon that his touch inspired and tried to concentrate on her sculpture instead. 

 

By the end of class, the clay had finally begun to look something like a dog.  Granted, it was still rather blobby and misshapen, but it was recognizable as a dog.  Now she was more than happy to set aside her smock and wash her hands.  Since Piotr’s class was her last of the day, she began helping him clean up

 

“I thought you were supposed to start flight training today.”  Piotr looked up from where he was washing a tray of clay covered utensils.

 

“I almost forgot!”  Haley checked her watch to cover her momentary confusion.  That had not been on her course schedule. 

 

“You had better hurry.”

 

“Thanks for reminding me.  See you later.”  She grabbed her books and fled the classroom, trusting her mental map and her inner “Sue” to guide her.  A short while later, she arrived in the underground hangar to find her instructor waiting impatiently.

 

“I was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten.”  Haley groaned inwardly as she realized just who was going to be training her.

 

“I’m sorry, Kitty.  I just came from Art class and I had clay all over my hands…”

 

“Come on.  Let’s get started.”  Kitty led her, not to the Blackbird which crouched like some sleek giant bird awaiting its chance to fly, but to a smaller craft.  This one looked incomplete, lacking wings and tail, and was attached to the floor.

 

“When do I get to try the real thing?”  Haley asked as she followed Kitty through the hatch into the simulator’s cockpit.

 

“When you can run all the simulations in here without crashing and burning.”  Kitty sat down in the copilot’s seat and began strapping in.  Haley copied her motions.

 

For the next twenty minutes or so, it was all business while Kitty showed her the controls and ran her through the preflight checklist.  Finally, she was allowed to “fly.”  After running several scenarios, Kitty began to loosen up a little.

 

“So um, are you, like, enjoying Peter’s art class?”

 

“Art’s not really my subject.”  Haley answered carefully.  “I suck at sculpting.  But, other than that, so far, so good.”

 

“How are things going?  With you and Peter, I mean?”  Kitty gave her a glance that was hard to read.

 

“Good, I guess.  I’ve got no complaints.”  Haley kept her eyes fixed on her display.

 

“I’m pretty surprised that the Professor is O.K. with you taking Peter’s class.  You know, with the two of you dating and everything.”  Was that disapproval in her voice?  Or something else?  The two of them used to date…She felt the familiar sensation of her Sue taking over.

 

“We talked it over with the Professor when I picked my classes.  Piotr teaches the classes, but Mr. Wagner actually grades my work.” 

 

“I was just a little concerned.  I’d hate to see Peter get into trouble over something like that.”  She leaned forward to check one of the gauges on the control panel, and then sat back again.  “It’s not like him to bend the rules.”  The glance she shot at Haley made it clear who she thought was responsible for this change in him.

 

“It was bound to happen sooner or later, with things the way they are.  Just not enough teachers.  Besides, the Professor will go over my scores himself before they go on my record.”  Haley dismissed her concern matter-of-factly.

 

“That’s good.”  Kitty’s reply was carefully neutral.  “Let’s see if you can land this thing and we’ll call it a day.”

 

“Sure.”  Haley brought the “plane” in for a landing and managed to ground it with only a few bumps.  They unstrapped themselves and exited the cockpit.  She grabbed her books.

 

“Not too bad there.  We’ll do this again tomorrow.  Same time.”

 

“Great.  Thanks, Kitty.”

 

“No problem.  Just doing my job.” 

 

Haley breathed a sigh of relief as the young woman took off at a brisk walk.  Then she shouldered her book bag and followed at a slower pace.  With any luck she’d be able to finish her homework before dinner.  Then that would leave her evening free for Piotr…